Chorus:

I got people saying I sold out! (Okay) My mistake!
But I am God, I’m your leader, and your shit don’t faze me
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear
You were my man
You were my guy, you were my golden child
But then I had to kick you out, so I parted the clouds
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear
You’re a dead man
I got people saying I sold out! (Okay) My mistake!
But I am God, I’m your leader, and your shit don’t faze me
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear
You were my man

Verse 1:

Disloyalty is simple- you talk behind my back
Laugh when I show you my cracks, act like we’re linked from the past
“We’re a team! I did so much for you, don’t you remember?”
Yeah, I remember when you fucked me over many Septembers ago
Had to keep my head held low, you mocked me incessantly
And yet, now I’m worth your time all cuz I can sing melodies?
What the fuck are your priorities? Uphold me like a God
Yet you still won’t speak two words to me when musics not involved
I ain’t a travelling circus, that shit hurts- I ain’t scared to admit it
Finish the album, submit it. Make sure my haters are livid
They said I couldn’t do it cuz I use “they/them”. Okay then
I guess the only thing that earns respect now is payment
Chorus:

I got people saying I sold out! (Okay) My mistake!
But I am God, I’m your leader, and your shit don’t faze me
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear
You were my man
You were my guy, you were my golden child
But then I had to kick you out, so I parted the clouds
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear
You’re a dead man
I got people saying I sold out! (Okay) My mistake!
But I am God, I’m your leader, and your shit don’t faze me
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear
You were my man

Verse 2:

Paranoia is a stupid emotion
I’ll work the most and then I’ll cause a commotion
You riding waves, I’m writing stories bout oceans
I’ll start a menage, take a pill, sip a potion
Let the ganja burn, I will never learn
I just wanna delude myself
Thought I knew you, but you ran to hide
I’m the majesty now, I don’t need help
Immaturity is my mask
My mechanism for the climax
My coping method, hope I’m destined for the greats
But lately, I can't define that
I need therapy, not a reinforcer
Even if it tortures me, I’ll press on
Uncharted waters what I’m in now
But for her sake, I gotta stay strong
“I fucked your mom!” is what I say when I don’t have material
My mixes were to spare to make anything too ethereal
I’ll take that, I’ll improve upon it- after this detour
Focus is for real artists- money, connections, I need more